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HELEN MOWBRAY. FANNY, (her sister.) 

SIR REGINALD HOUGHTON. CAPTAIN AIRLIE. 

SIR DIGBT HERRING. LARRY McCANN. 

DUFF. JAMES. SERVANT. 

Those of the present day. 



EXITS AND ENTRANCES. 

R., right, l., left. r. u. e., right upper entrance, l. u. e., left upper entrance. 
c , centre, f., front. 






Copyright, 1881. 



TMP96-J07244 



A TANGLED SKEIN. 



KNOT I.— The Tangle. 

The Coffee-room at the Houghton Arms — large window at rear 
of stage in centre — in front of this a small table with papers, etc. 
Also, a table set for breakfast — chair at left of table facing right — 
right of rear window a door — door on opposite side of stage half 
way down to the front. Small table set at side of door right, and 
side-board tvith dishes, etc., at side of door left. (The directions are 
given from the stage, facing the auditorium.) Near right front of 
stage a table with writing materials. Chairs at or near tables, and 
window. Prints, time-tables, etc., upon walls. Upon rising of the 
curtain, Sir Reginald Houghton is discovered seated at front table 
it., writing. Captain Airlie is at rear table l., near large ivin- 
doiv, eating his breakfast, and James is bust/ at side-board, and 
serving Captain Airlie. 

James (at side-board, looking over at Sir Reg. Houghton.) Who 
had a, thought it was over two years since Sir Reginald was sit- 
ting in this very room, and ordering his very same breakfast of 

bacon and eggs. I wonder what it can be that brings him 

(starts off wp stage without finishing his sentence — returns to side- 
board) , although they do sa}' that Miss Mowbray's new lover is 
(again goes up stage). 

Enter Sir Digby Herring, l. u. e. (He comes down towards 
centre, twisting his head around in a most singular way. He is 
trying to read from a paper which is pinned under the left lapjyel of 
his coat. As he makes these singular movements, James regards 
him with great interest.) 

James. Are you ill, Sir Digby? 

Sir Digby. 111? Not I ! " It 's only a way I have," James. 
You see I am so forgetful — so forgetful, that when I come to 
market, I have to be written all over, like a cop3'-book. 

James (looking at list pinned under Sir Digby's lappel). Now, 

Sir Digb} - , if you would only pin this upside down, you could 

(James suddenly breaks off and goes to side-board.) 

Sir Digby. Read it, by turning a somersault? Continually 
stand on my head ; do you think at my age it is right ? (Observes 
Sir Reginald and Airlie.) James, what does it mean, two stran- 
gers at the Houghton Arms? Anything new or strange? 

James. No, sir. (Aside.) This gentleman here is Sir Regi- 
nald Houghton, and the other is a stranger I 

Sir Digby. Sir Reginald ! What can have brought him back? 
Bless me (feels in every pocket as if searching for something). 
Oh ! Ah ! Yes, yes ! What are we talking about, James? 

James. We were just speaking of Sir Reginald, and the 



4 A TANGLED SKEIN. 

Sir Digby. Exactly. That was one of the things I was to 
inquire about for the Parish Spinster's Tea Society. 

Sir Reginald (looks up — sees Sir Digby). Ah, Sir Digby, I 
thought it was you (offers hand) . Delighted to see you. 

Sir Digby (takes hand). Equally so, Sir Reginald. Ah! 
(Aside.) What can have brought him back? James! 

James. Yes, Sir Digby, directly (goes to side-board). 

Sir Digby. Bring me a cup of coffee. By your leave, Sir Regi- 
nald, I will sit here beside you. (Sits front of table at R. front.) 
What joy your coming back will occasion.. Our dinners and tea- 
fights hud almost died out for lack of scandal to keep them alive. 
Of course you'll open Houghton Manor. Won't it be delightful ! 
Now only the bats and owls keep house there. 5Tes,yes, owls and 
bats; by the way, ah — " Whal are we talking about Sir Regi- 
nald? So dreadfully forgetful, — a little way that I have, — lieg 
pardon, do go on. (Feels in pockets as if looking for something.) 
(James brings cup of coffee for Sir Digby.) 

Sir Reginald. i"ou seem to he going on, Sir Digby. As far as 
opening Houghton Manor at present, I don't propose to do that 
until the missing will is found, or my cousins are satisfied that I 
do not intend to defraud them of their rights. 

Sib Digby. The "haunted library" is worse than ever. 
Lately, after every market day, lights are seen moving about 
there in a most erratic manner (drinks coffee) —erratic manner! 

Sin Reginald. Nonsense ! The haunted library gives me but 
little thought. I suppose everybody is wondering still why I went 
away so suddenly two years ago ; or, haw; they forgotten that I 
ever lived among them? 

Sib Digbi (aside). Now to score one for the Antiquated spin- 
sters' Society. (To Sir Reginald.) Ah-hem — Well, Sir Reginald, 
we still wonder what took you from us so suddenly (uneasily) ; par- 
don me if I ask a plain question. Our world is so little that one's 
private affairs soon become public property. 1 presume to ask as 
an old friend, — only as a friend, you know (puts cup in root- 
pocket ) . 

Sin Reginald. I low foolish of me to have mentioned my 
going away ; the subject is a very disagreeable one, and con- 
cerns only myself. 

Sir Digby. At all events, tell me why you withdrew that £1,000 
from Lady Houghton's estate, and placed it to your credit just 
before going oil' The going off may have been a wild trick, but 
drawing the funds before it wms known whether there was any will 
did look badly; looked very badly (puts saucer in other pocket of 
coat). 

Sir Reginald. I did it because I had a right to. Why does 
it concern an)- one ? 

Sir Digby. Because, because, Sir Reginald, it was that, and 
your sudden departure, which made Miss .Mowbray break off her 
engagement with you. 

Sru Reginald ( sneeringly) . And go and engage herself to 
another man! What was a woman's love worth that would bear 



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no sudden strain? Could she not have waited? Did all my 
boyish love, all my youthful devotion, count for nothing, then? 

Sir Digby (putting letters, p>ens, papers, e ^ c -i * n ^° ^ lts pockets, 
one after the other). Admit, Sir Reginald, that it did look badly, 
this secreting everything. You should have shared it all with 
Miss Mowbray. 

Sir Reginald. Perhaps so. If you knew all the circumstances 
3*011 would understand me. I wrote Miss Mowbray begging her 
to wait until I could explain myself. And did she? No! Not 
even for a single day. I was tried, convicted, and sentenced to 
perpetual banishment for that one unfortunate act. 

Sn: Digby (pulling out his handkerchief, and everything out of 
his pocket at the same time). Most unfortunate occurrence, Sir 
Reginald, but now that you are back again, why don't you try 
and set things right between you. ( Notices things dropped on the 
floor.) James, somebody has dropped a lot of things here. 

James (stooping down to pick them up). Why, the}' are yours, 
Sir Digby. 

Sir Digby. Oh, impossible — quite right — James. Only a 
little way I have. Constantly losing myself. Oh, beg pardon, 
Li What are we talking about," Sir Reginald? Don't let me inter- 
rupt you. 

Sir Reginald. I have come back to England for that very 
purpose. Heaven knows, however, whether I shall succeed (looks 
for letters he has been writing). 1 verily believe, Sir Digby, you 
have my letters in your pockets : please look. 

Sir Digby (looks first in the one. and then in the other pocket; 
finds cup and saucer, pens, etc., and finally the letters). Why, so 
I have, Sir Reginald ! So I have (gives them to /Sir Reginald). 

(During this conversation, Captain Airlie, at rear table, has 
listened attentively, and seems much interested in what is going on. 
Accidently drops newspaper, which Sir Reginald observes. ) 

Sir Rbginald. We have been very indiscreet to talk so be- 
fore an utter stranger. Your curiosity has betrayed me into say- 
ing something which never should have passed my lips. We 
have been overheard. 

Sir Digby. Impossible ! But if so, listeners never hear any 
good of themselves. 

Sir Reginald (rising). 1 am very glad to have met you, Sir 
Digby ; come and dine with me at six to-night, and we will have an 
old-fashioned time, and talk over everybody and everything. 

Sir Digby (up stage). Thanks, thanks ; how charming ; shall 
be most happy. (Exit Sir Reginald at l. u. e.) 

(Digby comes slowly down stage. Airlie rises and joins him, both 
come down front. James goes to window. ) 

Sir Digby. Fine October morning, sir; grand day for market. 
Airlie. Delightful, indeed. 
Sir Digby. First visit to our — our — locality ? 
Airlie. Yes, my first visit. Was not that Sir Reginald 
Houghton with whom you were talking? 

Sir Digby. Yes, the very same ; just home after an absence of 
two years. 



6 A TANGLED SKEIN. 

Airlie. Indeed ! I have been an unwilling listener to your 
conversation, and have heard it with a great deal of interest. Sir 
Reginald could hardly have been aware of my presence. 

Sir Digby (aside). Sir Reginald was right, — this stranger has 
overheard us. (To Airlie.) I need not tell you then that it was 
ni}' curiosity that betrayed us into these revelations. I pray, Sir, 
3'ou will consider them sacred. 

Airlie. I have heard so much that 1113' own curiosity is fearfully 
aroused. Please tell me the whole story : something was said about 
Miss Helen Mowbra}* ; what was it? 

Sir Digby. I could not tell 3-011 anything unless I told you all, 
and 1113' dear sir, m3 r dear sir, I am so forgetful. At this moment, 
I am covered with memoranda — I am broken out with names of 
things to be purchased for my family and friends, at the market. 
If you were a family man, and knew what it was to face a woman 
whose hair-pins 3-011 had forgotten, whose worsteds 3'ou had not 
matched, w-hose book 3-011 had not changed ; 3-011 would hardly dare 
to play the part of the Ancient Mariner ; but, — ah, — I am so for- 
getful, so forgetful. Even standing here I have forgotten. Beg 
pardon. " What are we talking about?" 

Airlie. I want to know the early history of the Misses Mow- 
bray, and — and about Sir Reginald Houghton, if you can collect 
your senses sufficient^- to tell me. 

Sir Digby. Lady Houghton, wife of Sir Philip and grand- 
mother of the Misses Mowbra3', inherited from her father, Lord 
Carberry, very large estates, among them Houghton Manor and 
Woodbine Cottage, but under these singular conditions — that if 
she died without heirs, or leaving heirs should make no will, the 
whole propeily, save Woodbine Cottage and some annuities, was 
to go to another branch of the family, represented at this time 
b^' the present Sir Reginald Houghton. Sir Philip and Lad3' 
Houghton had an only daughter, who much against the wishes of 
b.2r parents, married Major Mowbray, of the arm3 r , and went with 
him to India, where these 3'oung ladies were born. Major Mow- 
bray and his wife dying soon afterwards, Lady Houghton sent for 
her orphan grand-daughters, and brought them home to live with 
her at Houghton Manor. Here Helen and Fanny grew up, with 
Sir Reginald Houghton, their cousin, as their constant playmate. 
Sir Reginald had a younger brother, but he was a worthless fellow, 
always getting himself into scrapes, and making his brother's life 
perfectly miserable ; — however, no matter about him. 

(Digby, apparently forgotten something, begins to search his 
pockets.) 

Airlie. The same old story : the children grew up together, 
and of course one of the little Mowbrays fell in love with little 
Houghton, and, and — you are becoming' abstracted again; what 
shall I do to arouse you ? 

Sir Digby. Oh, nothing, nothing. It is only a way I have. 
Beg pardon. "What are we talking about?" 

Airlie. You have left the little Mowbray in love with little 
Houghton (aside) — much to my disgust. 



A TANGLED SKEIN. 7 

Sir Digby. Oh, }-es. Getting quite genealogical, isn't it? 
Must be tedious, you know, to be interesting. To resume, how- 
ever, Lady Houghton never liked young Reginald, and the chil- 
dren kept their love-making well out of sight. Lady Houghton used 
to warn her grand-daughters against fortune-hunters, continually 
spoke of them as heiresses, and consequently when she died, and 
no will was found, and the estates as I have already said passed 
to Sir Reginald Houghton, the whole county was by the ears. 

Airlie. Abominable way to leave property. Old Carberry 
was a perfect heathen ; should have been cremated before death. 

Sir Digby. Most men are heathen when they make their 
wills ; and cremation follows as a natural consequence. 

(During all this conversation Sir Digby exhibits the marked 
peculiarities of an absent-minded, forgetful man — beginning his 
sentences abruptly, moving about uneasily, consulting the papers 
which are pinned inside his coat, putting everything he can lay his 
hands on into his pockets.) 

Sir Digby. Directly upon Lady Houghton's death Sir Reginald, 
without a word, changed to his own credit certain funds of hers 
that were in the bank, and left the country without a word to 
any one. I have always thought his brother had something to do 
with it. His departure made a great sensation. Miss Helen at 
once — I do think that she acted rather rashly — sent a letter to 
him, through his London lawyers, dismissing him forever. Is it 
not like a story in a penny newspaper? 

Airlie (thoughtfully). A strange, strange story. Do you 
think Miss Mowbray still loves him ? 

Sir Digby. Of course she does. 

Airlie. But she is engaged to another man. If Sir Reginald 
could explain his queer actions would she take him back again? 

Sir Digby. I don't know about that. Many a woman in love 
with one man, marries another just to spite him. 

Airlie, To spite which ? 

Sir Digby (naively). In the end, both (rises as if to go). 

Airlie. One thing more. Do you think that Lady Houghton 
left a will? 

Sir Digby. Indeed I do ! We all think so. 

James (looking out at window). Sir Digby! Sir Digby! Here 
are the Misses Mowbray just getting out from their pony-wagon. 
Something has broken I think. 

(Sir Digby and Airlie both start and look out window. Airlie exit 
at r. u. e., followed by Sir Digby. Airlie and Sir Digby return, 
bringing shaivls and ivraps, followed by the Misses Mowbray. Airlie 
and Sir Digby place ivraps on a chair, a7id cdl come down stage.) 
Airlie. Helen. Fannie. Sir Digby. 

Helen. I was never more startled in my life. Where did you 
come from, Captain ? Breaking our carriage was nothing compared 
to this surprise. .(Helen and Airlie tcdk apart.) 

Fanny (to Sir Digby) . How fortunate that we were so near. 
You see the ponies caught sight of Larry McCann, with his pack, 
aud just, well — bolted, is the only word. They didn't get away, 



8 A TANGLED SKEIN. 

but of course broke something. Now we shall put ourselves 
under your protection while Thomas goes to the forge to repair 
damages. (To Airlie.) Have n't you a word for me, Captain? 

Airlie. Of course I have, Miss Fanny, more than a word. 

Helen. It 's awfully nice to see you ; but how came 3'ou to arrive 
here to-day? (Fanny and Sir Digby talk together.) 

Airlie. A stupid mistake on my part, but a most fortunate 
one I hope, for us all. 

Helen. Indeed, I know that it will be. Now sit down, tell 
me everything 3-011 have been doing since you left me. Wiry did 
you sta} r so long in Paris? (Both sit beside table at r., front.) 

Airlie. To see the autumn manoeuvres. 

Helen. What wonderfully good excuses you men alwa3's have. 

Airlie. Because we have such experience in making them up. 

Fanny (seated l. of stage, near side-board. Sir Digby r. of 
Fanny). Sir Reginald returned ! Don't tell my sister. How very 
awkward ; and Airlie here also. What shall we do? 

Sir Digby. Miss Fanny, the awful fact is dawning upon me 
that — that — that gentleman is Miss Helen's new lover. 

Fanny. Certainly he is ; did n't 3-011 know that before? 

Sir Digby. " Oh. that I had the wings of a dove ! " 

Fanny. " What can the matter be?" 

Sir Digby. " Only this, and nothing more : " I have been talk- 
ing too much. I am so forgetful, so forgetful ; it's a wa3* I have. 

Fanny. Sir Diglry, I insist upon knowing what all this means? 

Sir Digby. Miss Fani^*, when I came to this inn a little while 
ago, innocent and guileless, I saw two gentlemen at breakfast. 
With one I unfortunately talked, and the other unfortunates- 
listened. After the first had gone out, by request, Miss Fanny, 
by request, I told the other that part of the conversation which 
he had not overheard — told him all the earby histoiy of Sir 
Reginald and Miss Helen. (Fanny turns away displeased.) Do 
an3"thing 3-011 like to me, Miss Fanny — make me a pin-cushion, 
pour bandoline over my unprotected head, transfix me with a 
hair-pin, reduce me to a skeleton to hold a looking-glass in 3-our 
dressing-room. Whatever is most horrible in life call down upon 
me. I deserve it. I bow before 3-0111- righteous indignation. (Folds 
his hands upon his breast and waits.) 

Helen (looking up). Why, what has happened to Sir Digby? 

Fanny (to Helen). Nothing, it is onby " a way he has." (To 
Sir Digby.) I am very much annoyed at what you have done. 
Captain Airlie ma3 r call 3 7 ou out. So may Sir Reginald, if he ever 
should hear of it. Helen's indignation will know no bounds ! 

Sir Digby. But I shall forget all about it. Even now, Miss 
Fanivv, I don't remember what we are talking about. (Fanny 
crosses to r.) 

(Enter r. u. e. Larry McCann, with his pack. He conies 

slowly down centre, and lays pack down on stage.) 

Helen. Airlie. Fanny. Larry McCann. Sir Digby. James. 

Larry McCann (wiping his brow). " Heaven bless you, merry 

gentlefolk ; may nothing 3-ou disn^ " (looks at Helen and Fanny). 



A TANGLED SKEIN. 9 

A thousand pardons, ladies, that my old pack should have started 
the ponies. It was worth it, however, to see how well you 
ladies behaved under difficulty. Won't you give a poor man a 
lift forauld lang syne? Buy something for your blessed grand- 
mother's sake (begins to open pack, brings two chairs centre and 
opens pack upon them). Did you ever see so fine an opening? 
Sir Digby, what shall it be? Now then, ladies ! 

(Sir Digby begins to refer to his several papers pinned about 
him, and to a large note-book which he produces from one of his 
pockets.) 

Sir Digby (running his finger dozen his book). Let me see — 
Ah ! Here ! The curate's wife wishes to exchange two spring 
pigs for a second-hand copy of Hymns, Ancient and Modern ; Lady 
High Flyer, On the Heights and a pair of No. 9 gum shoes. 
Neither of these, McCann? What an inferior stock. Ah! I have 
it. Lady Herring, a pair of green glasses and two ounces of 
gall, a little taffy, and a recipe for soft soap. 

(Airlie, Helen, and Fanny meanwhile attentively examining 
contents of pack ; James also. McCann moves over r. of stage.) 

Larry McCann. Would the strange gentleman kindly look 
here a moment. I would like to show him something. 

Helen. He means you, Captain. 

Airlie. What is it, my man? (Crosses to Larry McCann.) 

Fanny (producing books from pack) . See, Helen, what excellent 
Sunday reading. Listen : The Hived Lovers, or Which Shall It Be, 
Tli (■ 'Meddlesome Sister, Suicide MadeEasy ; here, Captain (holds 
out book to him), something for you; The Fate of a Coquette, 
Helen ; The Sin of Forg et fulness ; here, Sir Digby. 

Larry McCann (watching his opportunity) . I say, Sir, are you 
Miss Helen's lover? 

Airlie (surprised) . I don't know. What do you mean ? How 
do you know who I am? 

McCann. Duff, who drove you over last evening, found out who 
you were, and I have something of great importance to communi- 
cate to you, — that is, if you are her lover ; if not, I have nothing. 

Airlie. I am, yes, indeed — pray what is it? 

McCann. I suppose you know all about the young ladies' — his- 
tor}' — missing will — Sir Reginald — and all that ? 

Airlie (greatly interested). Yes, all about it. 

McCann. And you'd take considerable trouble to help them, I 
take it (looks anxiously at the others). 

(Sir Digby, Fanny, Helen, examining pack, and taking out dif- 
ferent things. Sir Digby occasionally puts things in his pockets.) 

Airlie. Indeed, I would. But how comes it that you have 
such information? Know so much of their affairs. 

McCann (savagely). Didn't I live for twenty years with old 
Lady Houghton — is there a crook or a cranny in the whole of 
Houghton Manor that Larry McCann does not know ? Would n't 
I be there now if Sir Reginald had n't set Lady Houghton against 
me? Bad luck to him ! 

Airlie (moving away) . I will see }'ou later; the ladies may 
suspect something if they perceive us so long together. 



10 A TANGLED SKEIN. 

McCann. Never fear, my pack will furnish them with amuse- 
ment for sometime ; however, meet me at the — the market-place 
within an hour. 

Airlie. Very well, where? 

McCann (musing). Let me see — Oh — there's a museum of 
wax figgers down there. All the celebrated murderers — meet 
me there — down by the murderers. 

Aiiilie (gaily). Agreed ! within an hour, beside the murderers. 
(Airlie and McCann move over back of ladies.) 

Helen. I verily believe that Sir Digby has bought almost 
everything in the pack. Just look at his pockets ! Did ever you 
see such a sight in your life? Whatever will he do with them? 

(All look and laugh at Sir Digby, ivho begins to disgorge his 
pockets and -put things back in pack.) 

Sir Digby. Bless me, bless me ; very embarrassing. So for- 
getful — so forgetful. Only a little way I have. How much, my 
good man (holds iqy flannel night-cap, pair stockings, book, and 
pair green glasses) for these ? 

McCann. About a crown, Sir Digb}' (proceeds to tie up pack). 
Ah, well, not much trade here ! Times are bad — getting worse. 
Could n't suit the young ladies ? 

Fanny. Here are a couple of shillings, Larry ; you forget how 
much trouble you have already caused us (offers him piece). 

McCann (aside). What does she mean? (To Fanny.) Oh, 
the ponies, Miss ; 1 had forgotten all about it. 

James. Thomas is back again, all right, Miss Fanny. 

Fanny. Helen, suppose you and the Captain drive on to the 
post, and then to the market. I will beg a ride with Sir Digby 
in his tilbury, if he is going directly. 

Sir Digby. Whenever you like, Miss Fanny. 

Airlie. Will you allow me to send a telegram from the post. 

Helen. Yes, if it is not one that will call you away from us. 

Airlie (at table front r. writing dispatch, aside). Coming events 
cast their shadows before. (Reads aloud dispatch.) "Can I be, 
transferred for active service at the Cape ? Airlie, Capt. 66th." 
(Folds up paper and j)uts it in his pocket.) I am read}*, Helen. 

Helen (goes up stage, followed by Airlie with wraps) . Well, 
where shall we meet you, Fanny? At the Buttei man's, or at the 
Learned Pig. We must show the Captain what an English 
country fair is. We '11 have our fortunes told, and meet you at 
the Butterman's. (Exeunt Helen arid Airlie.) 

(Larry McCann shoulders his pack, James gives him glass of 
wine from, side-board — business between James and McCann. 
Exit McCann, R. u. e.) 

Fanny. Now that we are alone, Sir Digby, tell me what has 
brought Sir Reginald Houghton back again? 

(Enter Sir Reginald Houghton l. u. e., comes dotvn stage.) 

Sir Reginald. May I answer that question myself, Fanny? 
Fanny. Sir Reginald. Sir Digby. 

Fanny (surjirised and embarrassed). Oh, Sir Digby, let us go. 
Please take me awaj 7 at once (starts to go towards back of stage). 
(Sir Digby looks from one to the other.) 



A TANGLED SKEIN. 11 

Sir Reginald (gravely). Am I a wild beast, that you are afraid 
of me, Fanny? What crime have I committed, that }'ou will not 
grant me even a moment to speak in my own defense? 

Fanny {coming slowly forward). My loyalty to my sister 
demands that I listen to nothing from you. 

Sir Reginald. Pardon me, your loyalty to 3 r our sister demands 
that 3 7 ou hear me. I shall speak only for her good — (aside) and 
my own. 

Fanny. I will hear him, Sir Digby. What have 3-outo sa3 ? ? 

Sir Reginald. I am back again in England, Fanny, to explain 
to Miss Mowbray the strange occurrence which caused nrv sudden 
departure two 3'ears ago. I have heard rumors of her betrothal 
to another — to a Captain somebod3 T . First I heard that it was 
you, Fann3*, then it was Helen. My anxiety^ would not allow me 
to (Fanny looking greatly annoyed) remain longer in doubt. Pride 
has sustained me thus far, but pride goes to pieces before an 
anxious mind and a devoted heart. Sometimes I fancy that I have 
been accused of some terrible thing, — then again that Helen never 
received 013- letter. Which was it? Until now I have been too 
proud to ask. 

Fanny. Your pride has been 3'our destruction. Helen never 
received a word from 3-011 all these long 3"ears. She is engaged, 
and to one she loves. 

Sir Reginald. And one whom she shall never many. One 
whom I will shoot clown like a dog. No man yet has ever dared 
to step between a Houghton and his will ! 

Fanny. Your Houghton temper ill becomes 3*011. I am not 
afraid. You shall not injure Captain Airlie — neither shall 3'ou 
annoy ni3 T sister. If I become 3'our enemy, I pity you indeed. 

Sir Reginald (meekly) . Pardon me, Fanny, all that I ask is 
an interview with Helen. Can you not get that for me? I can 
explain everything, even at this late hour. 

Fanny (musing aside). If he convinces Helen, what becomes 
of Airlie ; and what becomes of me, with Airlie again in the field. 
It will be Trouville over again, before Helen arrived, with — with 
— perhaps different results. (To Sir Reginald.) I will see that 
3 r ou have an interview with my sister to-da3' ; leave it to me. 

(Enter Captain Airlie. Sir Digby goes up stage and looks 
out ivindow.) 

Sir Reginald. Thank 3-011, Fanm- ! I knew .you would be 
m3 T good angel. I see that you, at least, trust me ! 
(Airlie conies down stage, r.) 
Airlie. Fanny. Sir Reginald. 

Airlie. We have changed our minds, Miss Fanny. We are 
going to have our pictures taken, and want you to go with us. 

Fanny (mechanically). Sir Reginald, I beg leave to present 
Captain Airlie. (Both boiv coolly, but do not move from their 
places.) 

Sir Reginald (bowing). I shall hear from you later, Miss 
Fann3". (Exit, r. u. e.) 

Airlie (aside). Trouble brewing! Breakers ahead! (To 
Fanny.) Miss Fanny, we are waiting for you. 



12 A TANGLED SKEIN. 

Fanny (arousing herself). Oh, yes. (Aside.) How will this 
all end ? Pictures taken ? How are we to have them ? 

Airlie. I suggested Miss Helen and — and yourself, and my- 
self, together. 

Fanny. How very nice. (To tSir Digby.) Come, Sir Digby, 
you must go, too. I won't trouble you to take me, though. By 
the way, what were you and the peddler talking about, Captain? 

Airlie. Something very singular. I am to meet him again 
within an hour. Can you keep a secret, Miss Fanny. 

Fanny (archly). There is one secret I have kept, Captain. 

Airlie (inquiring!;/). Indeed! What is it? 

Fanny (looking at him earnestly). The answer I made you 
at Trouville the day before my sister arrived there. 

Airlie. I imny repeat the 

Fanny {putting up her finger). Hush ! Remember, you are 
my sister's lover. 

Airlie. I begin very much to doubt it. 

Sir Digby (looking out window). Miss Helen is out here wait- 
ing — getting a little impatient, I think. 

(Exeunt Airlie and Fanny hurriedly, r. u. e.) 

Sir Digby (comes down centre). James bring me a glass of 
wine. I need to be sustained. I may have to eat my own words. 
(James pours it out and brings it to /Sir Digby.) 

Sir Digby (taking it) . Are you weather wise. James? 

James. No, Sir Digbj\ 

Sir Digby. Are you otherwise wise, James? 

James. No, Sir Digby, not that I know of. 

Sir Digby. I should say not. Well, James, between ourselves, 
there is a storm brewing. I feel it, — not a storm that will destroy 
the turnip crop, or be bad for the public house trade, but a meta- 
phorical storm, a domestic one. Are you married, James? Of 
course not. Your quiet, sleek appearance proclaims that you are 
not. Nor in love, James? Of course not. Let me tell you then, 
no one woman ever successfully retained two lovers at the same 
time. Hence, I apprehend trouble, and — and — visions of my 
home rise before me. Do you think I can have forgotten any- 
thing? You know it is a way I have. So forgetful, so forgetful. 
Ta, ta, James. 

(ExitR. u. e., quickly, feeling in all his pockets.) 

Curtain. 



KNOT II. — Unwinding the Skein. 

The drawing-room at Woodbine Cottage — large glass doors 
at back — one r. opening into conservatory, the other l. into 
hall. Modirn furniture — doors r. and l. half way down 
stage. Folding screen, at r., placed diagonally across stage, 
centre — r. front, a small sofa and stand — l. front, a large 
chair and small stand. Chairs, stools, books, candle-sticks, 
lamps, etc., placed about room. On stand r., a tcork-basket with 
colored worsteds — also a skein of yarn, some bright color 



A TANGLED SKEIN. 13 

— red. Fanny and Helen, with hats, wraps, parasols, etc., 
as if just returned from driving ; if desirable, morning 
dresses instead. 

Helen r., at sofa. Fanny l., seated in large chair. 

Helen (gravely). What will be the end of all this, Fanny, 
now that Sir Reginald Houghton has come back? Have you seen 
him yet? 

Fanny (musing). Oh, yes, and talked with him. 

Helen. How could you, after all that has happened? 

Fanny. How could I help it? He suddenly appeared before 
me. He wishes to know if 3-011 will grant him an interview. 

Helen. How can I? 

Fanny. You cannot ! 

Helen (quickly). But there is no law against my seeing him. 

Fanny. What time shall I tell him to come. 

Helen. Come ! How do 3011 know that I intend to see him? 

Fanny. Because 3011 hesitate. 

Helen (with feeling). I wish I knew what to do. 

Fanny. " When in doubt, take the trick." 

Helen. Even if it takes my " best card?" 

Fanny. Yes, and make up your " book." (Aside.) Although I 
can take " the odd " if I like. 

Helen. If you only held the cards that 1 do, Fanny ! 

Fanny. Never mind, J prefer to pla}' a poor hand well. 

Helen. Let us show our hands ; the most we can make is 
" one" each. 

Fanny. No ! No ! We are playing for points ; we will 
keep on. 

Helen. To have two lovers is no laughing matter. 

Fanny. Why not? Marriage and hanging go by destiny. Is 
the Captain coming to lunch? 

Helen (seriously). Oh, I suppose so. He has been dread- 
full}' stupid and uninteresting ; hardly said a word since he came. 

Fanny. I am not surprised. Sir Digby told him everything 
about you and Reginald, and 

Helen (starting with surprise). Oh, no! impossible! 

Fanny. A fact, nevertheless. Sir Digby came into the hotel 
where Reginald was writing and Captain Aiilie at breakfast. 
Reginald and Sir Digby were talking over the past. Airlie over- 
heard them, and when Reginald went out he made poor little 
Digbv supply all the missing links. 

Helen. Sir Digby is a wretch, and Captain Airlie is no better. 

Fanny. Captain Airlie was not to blame. 

{Helen looks significantly at Fanny.) 

Helen (aside). If my predictions become facts 1113' mind i3 
perfectly made up ; I have decided the question. ( To Fanny.) 
When the Captain comes please say that I will be here directly. 
(Fxit Helen, middle entrance, n.) 

(Fanny lies back in large chair. Airlie comes in at l. rear 
entrance, unperceioed. He sees some one in chair and stojis at 
centre of stage, listens.) 



14 A TANGLED SKEIN. 

Fanny (aside) . How very strange all this ! I think if I had 
only known Captain Airlie a little longer I might have answered 
him differently, and saved ns all a great deal of trouble. 

Airlie (earnestly, aside). What do I hear? and from Fanny! 
Now, whatever happens, 1113- mind is perfectly made up. I have 
decided the question. (Goes down front and leans over Fanny 
in chair.) 

Airlie. Helen ! 

Fanny (jumping up in alarm). Great Heavens! How long 
have yon been here, Captain? How did you get in? 

Airlie. I am only just arrived! Pardon me, — I have been 
waiting for somebody to usher me in ; finally announced myself. 
I was perfectly sure that you were your sister. 

Fanny (aside). What an escape from a horrible fate! (To 
Airlie.) Excuse me, Captain, I will go for my sister. (Aside.) 
What would have happened if he had overheard me ? (Exit r. 
centre entrance.) 

Airlie (down front, l. side). I remind myself of a tennis- 
ball : certain of hard knocks from all sides, uncertain for whom I 
am finally to be counted. 

(lie-enter Helen r. centre entrance. She has a roll of ivork, 
and sits on sofa r., near stand. Airlie brings stool for Helen, 
then gets chair and sits on Helenas left.) 

Helen (preparing to work, takes out worsteds). It's very 
nice of you to devote so much time to me. You threw away } T our 
cigar, didn't you? I should have taken my work into the con- 
servatory and let you finish it. Tobacco is so good for flowers? 

Airlie. But I have another cigar, and I am devoted to 
flowers. 

Helen. No, just now we are very nicely off here. I don't 
like changing. Why don't } r ou inquire for my aunt, you were 
such friends last summer? 

Airlie. Yes, indeed ; pray how is Mrs. — Mrs. 

Helen (laughing). " You have wholly forgotten her name ! " 
(Airlie looking at her attentively, Helen perceives him.) 

Helen. I know very well what you want to say ; that I am 
not looking my best to day. Your face is as good as a mirror. 
You don't like me to work, do 3 T ou? What horrible words you 
used to saj r at Trouville if ever I did anything but talk to you. 
(Airlie says nothing, but appears very ill at ease.) Now would 
be a grand time for some of those very nice speeches of yours ! 

Airlie. Won't you let me do something. I know that I am 
fearfully stupid. (Aside.) If we could only get to quarreling. 

Helen (lifting out a tangled skein from her basket). Do 
you think that we have enough patience between us to un- 
wind this tangled skein — this awfully awful skein? 

Airlie (holding his hands for Helen to put the yarn over 
them). Yes, if we can keep cool and take things quietly. 

Helen (winds for a little, suddenly stops). There, how very 
careless. You have let it get into a fearful snail (tries to get it out). 

Airlie. The snarl was there before ever I had to do with it, 
Helen ! 



A TANGLED SKEIN. 15 

Helen {begins again to wind) . Now it is almost unraveled. 
Aiklie. I see it is, running away from me and winding up my 
tangled skein. (Aside.) No use, she wont understand me. 

Helen {stopping again). I never saw such a man as you are. 
I have to look out for you as well as for myself. Don't be so 
helpless^ . . . See, here it is again (stops to undo knot). 

Aiklie (slowly). Are n't you and I tangled up worse than this 
skein, Helen? 

Helen (winding very nervously and quickly). How do you 
like this part of England, Captain? 

Aiklie (abstractedly) . Really, I never was there. 
Helen (looking up surprised, keeps winding the yarn, — stops). 
See, here is a worse tangle than ever. 

Airlie. Dont you think that there is something else tangled 
up besides this yarn ! 

Helen {untangling skein). That wasn't much of a knot. 
Don't you think that you and I are acting a part, Captain? 

Airlie. Yes, I feel that I have been acting a part for some 
time. 

Helen. And I, also. Not a farce, nor a comedy, rather a — 
a — melo-drama. 

Airlie. Where everything, through much tribulation, comes out 
right in the end ? 

Helen (winding). Precisely. How much smoother we are 
getting on ; there 's scarcely a knot at all. 

Airlie. Everything runs more smoothly as it comes to an end. 
Helen (suddenly breaks thread). There, the end. " Voila 
tout /" {Puts ball back in work-basket. Airlie plays unmean- 
ingly with yarn in his hands.) 

Helen (very tenderly, but soberly). Captain, I want to ask 
you something. 

Aiklie (quickly). Anything you like, Helen. 
Helen. Fanny tells me that 3-011 have heard all about my 
early life and— and Sir Reginald Houghton. 
Airlie. Yes, I have heard it all. 

Helen (slowly). Don't — you — think, under the circum- 
stances, I was very unwise to promise what I did at Trouville? 

Airlie (ivith much feeling). Tell me, Helen, do you wish 
ever}'thing to be at an end between us? (Rises, goes to centre 
of stage.) 

Helen (kindly). Not everything, Captain Airlie, only release 
me from my promise made last summer (goes to him, puts her 
hand upon his shoulder). Release me, and I will be your de- 
voted, life-long friend; my friendship, my regard, shall know no 
variableness or shadow of turning. My devotion to your interests 
shall never waver. In this trying time for me, in this struggle 
between a woman's love and a woman's word, be generous ! My 
heart was not my own when you asked it of me. Will you re- 
lease me, and still be — my— friend ? ( Offers both hands.) 

Airlie (taking both her hands). My dear, dear Helen, I re- 
lease you from everything that you have promised. (Holding 
both her hands.) 



16 A TANGLED SKEIN. 

" Look into n^ eyes, dear, 
Openly and free, 
Lay your hand in mine, dear, 

Have no fears of me. 
So like friends old loves should part, 
Each one with a quiet heart ! " 
{Helen turns from him, releases one hand. Airlie holds 
Helenas left hand a) id takes ring off her finger. Helen permits 
him. Airlie kisses hand and turns to go up stage. Helen 
remains standing, turned away from him.) 

Standing motionless near sofa, r. f. Airlie exit hurriedly, l. u. e. 
(Hater Larry McCann.) 

Larry McCann. Ah, ha! nobody here. (Sees Helen and ap- 
proaches her.) All alone, my lady? 

(Helen perceives him and starts with terror.) 

Helen. Oh, McCann, what do you want? Who allowed 3011 
to come in here? Where are all the servants? ( Goes to table to 
ring.) For whom are you looking? 

Larry (takes her by the arm and prevents her from going). 
No ! No ! Miss Helen. You must listen to me. It may be a bit * 
unpleasant, but it is for }*our good, just the same. (Helen tries 
to free herself.) Oh, no! If 3-011 don't listen to me quietly I 
shall Hear me 3011 shall. 

(Enter Airlie, quickly, and comes down front. Larry re- 
leases Helen as he hears the approach of Airlie.) 

Airlie (aside). I thought that fellow meant mischief. ( To 
Larry). Get away, man, at once, do 3011 hear me? before I 
throw 3'ou out of the room. Miss Helen, have no fear ! 

Larry (moves aw ay from Helen). You'll rue this, 3 r oung man. 
You'll pay dearly for interfering with Larry McCann. 

Airlie (to Helen). Miss Helen, I saw this man coming 
through the grounds, and hurried back just in time it seems. 
(Larry down stage r.) 

Helen. O, thank 3-011, Captain ! You are always so thought- 
ful of me. Shall I ring for the servants to put him out. I pray 
3'ou, have no trouble with him 3-ourself. I am surprised, McCann. 
How dared 3-011 to intrude 3-ourself ? (Exit by tormentor or 
through door centre l.) 

Airlie. What do 3-011 mean, "McCann," by coming in this 
way? I told you I should be at the Houghton Arms at three, and 
so I will. 

Larry McCann. You might have forgotten it. 

Airlie. I told 3-011 that I would ; there is nothing better than 
an honest man's word. 

Larry McCann. Veiy well! To night, then, at the little 
wicket, near the lodge gate. Alone, remember, and with the 
£50, or there 's no go. Nine o'clock, prompt. 

Airlie. Let us understand each other, McCann. You agree 
to produce Lady Houghton's missing will, and to deliver it to me, 
for the sum of £50 sterling. 

McCann. I do. In the Haunted Libraiy at Houghton Manor, 
and b3 T ourselves. 



A TANGLED SKEIN. 17 

Airlie. But I have no witness to this agreement? 
McCann. There is nothing better than an honest man's word. 
Airlie. Very well ; it is a bargain. 

McCann {savagely) . Eemember, it must be cash ; money down 
or no will. Is it agreed ? 

Airlie. I accept your terms. Now don't let any one see you 
with me again. 

McCann (aside). He'll have to pay for all this high-flown 
talk to me. (Exit u. e. l.) 

(Enter Fanny through conservatory. Goes down stage centre.) 
Fanny. Wiry, Captain, have you left my sister already? 

(Enter servant, announcing " /Sir Reginald Houghton") 
Fanny. How very embarrassing ! What can I do? 

(Enter Sir Reginald Houghton down stage r.) 
Sir Reginald (advancing). I was afraid, Fanny, that my note 
had not reached you, so I came on after it. 

Sir Reginald. Fanny. Airlie. 

Fanny (to /Sir Reginald). Hush! How very absurd of you 
to come at this time. Here is Airlie! What shall I do? You 
only add to my difficulty. Couldn't you have waited a little while? 
Sir Reginald. For my part I am glad to find Captain Airlie 
here ; I have been waiting to have a word or two with him, in fact 
I sent my card to his room early this morning. 

Airlie. I regret your disappointment. I shall be at the inn 
within the next hour. 

Fanny (to Airlie). Don't you say anything to make trouble. 
You are like two mastiffs trying to tear each other to pieces. I 
command you to do as I say. (To Sir Reginald.) Sir Reginald 
Houghton, you are not yet' in a position to cause me any annoy- 
ance? Captain Airlie is our guest. Remember that you stand 
upon an entirely different footing. 

(Enter at the rear, Sir Digby Herring, unobserved.) 
Sir Digby (aside) . How opportunely I have arrived — a first- 
class quarrel evidently in progress. I will not announce myself, 
rather let me seek some friendly shelter and watch how goes the 
fray. (Digby hides behind folding screen, standing on chair 
and peering over the top. 

Sir Reginald (with hauteur). I am perfectly aware, Miss 
Fanny, how I am regarded. Your interest in this stranger Captain 
makes you utterly forgetful of what I once was to your sister. 

Airlie (to Fanny). Let me speak to him for a moment. (To 
Sir Reginald.) Will .you give me a moment's conversation, Sir 
Reginald? (Both go down stage l.) 

Sir Reginald. Do you mean here ? Why not delay it until we 
tpipIi tliG inn r 

Airlie. I prefer to say what I have to, here and now. Since 
my arrival I have unwillingly learned your early history, and that 
of these young ladies. We are all of us nothing more nor less 
than a tangled skein. Breaking the knots will not unravel 
the snarl. ° u Patience and application will carry us through," 
and "patience is the best buckler against affronts." I propose 

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18 A TANGLED SKEIN. 

to spare these ladies all the annoyance that I can. I shall act as 
a gentleman should act. Agree with me, and the greatest barrier 
to our mutual peace is thrown down. If, however, Sir Reginald 
Houghton, you decide to do otherwise, if you consider yourself 
aggrieved by an}' act of mine, I will most gladly grant you any 
satisfaction 3*011 desire {takes out card-case and finds card). 
Shall it be peace or war, Sir Reginald ? (Moves over to r. of 
stage.) 

Fanny (crosses to Sir Reginald and stands before him). 
Nothing is well done in a passion. Shall it be peace, or war, Sir 
Reginald? (Looking intently at Sir Reginald.) 

Sir Reginald (haughtily). In doubtful matters, courage may do 
much ; in desperate, patience. With you, Miss Fanny, in league 
against me, my case is hopeless. I leave the issue with 3-011. 

Sir Digbt (looking oner top of screen). Good ! One for the 
Captain ! 

Fanny. Very well. My voice is still, for — peace (goes towards 
Sir Reginald. Aside to bir Reginald). I think my sister will be 
here directly. (To Airlie.) You promised to come out and see 
nry new hunter. Will you come with me now, luncheon is not 
quite ready. 

Airlie. With pleasure ; thanks, Miss Fanny, I cannot stay 
to luncheon. (Exeunt Fanny and Airlie u. e. l., talking as they go 
out.) 

Sir Reginald Houghton (looking after them, and as they go 
out). I will stake my fortune that those two people are not 
totally indifferent to each other. Time decides all things. How 
dreadfully afraid Faniry is that her militaiy friend may get hurt 
in some way. I am just spoiling for a " row " with him. 

(Miter Helen from r. u. e., and comes slovrty dovm r. Sir 
Reginald l. bousing as she enters.) 

Sir Digbi (from over screen). Bless m} T soul! two or three 
chapters at once. Why, Digby, how lucky you are. if you only 
could remember — could remember (disappears behind screen) . 

Helen (standing r.) Sir Reginald ! My sister tells me that 
you desire to see me. 

Sir Reginald (with feeling). I do! most decidedly, Helen. 

Helen (slowly). And for what? 

Sir Reginald. If possible, to put an end to this needless 
quarrel between us. 

Helen (proudly). I know of no quarrel between us, Sir 
Reginald. 

Sir Reginald (embarrassed). Pardon me, — perhaps it is not 
one ; if so, may I never know what a quarrel is. 

Helen (as before, coldly). Do you wish me to listen to what 
3 T ou have to say about 3-our peculiar actions two years ago? 

Sir Reginald. Yes, I wanted to tell you why I took that 
money, and left England so suddenly ; but (bitterly) if you choose 
to stand there like an incensed Juno, if no explanation of mine 
will bring me back again to your affections, if 3'our love for me is 
dead, then, perish the thought that I should divulge one syllable 
of what I had to say (turns haughtily away). 



A TANGLED SKEIN. 19 

Helen (sadly). Such a spirit ill becomes one, Reginald, who 
is trying to regain a love that he has needlessly lost. There are 
times when even the Houghton " temper " does not avail. 

Sir Reginald. May I tell you the simple story of those dread- 
ful days ? 

Helen. You may ! (Sits on sofa down r. Sir Reginald brings 
down chair and sits near by. 

Sir Reginald. About a year before Lady Houghton's death 
the Cheltenham Branch Bank was entered in the night time and 
nearly two thousand pounds stolen. Do you recollect it? 

Helen. Perfectly ! I remember it distinctly. 

Sir Reginald. The perpetrators were never discovered? 

Helen. Yes ! that also. 

Sir Reginald (looking about as if to see if any one else is in the 
room. Aside to Helen). My brother Alfred and Larry McCann 
did it ! 

Helen (starts with horror). Your brother Alfred! Oh no! 
impossible. McCann is capable of anj T crime. 

Sir Reginald. The day after Lady Houghton's funeral, I was 
sent for by the Inspector of Police.' At his quarters I met Alfred, 
the Manager of the Bank and Larry McCann, together with two 
detectives. These men, by getting Alfred tipsy, had learned from 
him the secret of the crime. He had planned it, and Larry McCann 
had helped him to carry it out. The Inspector very courteously wait- 
ed until after Lady Houghton's funeral before proceeding against 
Alfred. Alfred's family being so well known, the bank agreed, if 
we would pay back the money taken, with interest, costs, etc., they 
would not proceed against Alfred ; and the Inspector promised 
if he then and there would leave the kingdom he also would take 
no steps. No time was to be lost. One thousand pounds of Lady 
Houghton's estate lay in the bank, which, if no will existed, belonged 
to me. I raised, with difficulty, the remainder, paid the bank, 
and left that ver}' night with Alfred for America. McCann was 
set free. I telegraphed my attorney to meet me at Hull, and I 
passed an entire night with him, arranging my affairs, and early 
next morning started with 1113- brother across the ocean. The letter 
I sent you by the pilot, I have only just learned, you never received. 
From one of the far western towns in America I sent to my attor- 
ney my address, and back came a letter from you, dismissing me 
forever — and one from him telling me of the awful row that my 
departure had made. How nvy life has passed since then I need 
not say. I came back to England a few days since, learned of 
your engagement, and hastened here to discover if it were true. 

Helen. Have you found out whether it is true or not ? 

Sir Reginald. Yes ! that it was true ; alas, too true ! 

Helen (slowly). It "was" true, it is true no longer. (Sir 
Reginald starts towards her. Helen motions him back.) No! No! 
Reginald ! Not yet ! Not j^et ! I cannot answer you here, or at 
present. You remember the old oak at the end of the lane where 
the bridge goes over the brook, — our old post-office ? If you should 
be there at four o'clock, Reginald, I will tell j r ou my story (goes 
to him and offers her hands. Sir Reginald takes them). Perhaps 



20 A TANGLED SKEIN. 

you will forgive me, as I have forgiven you (lurns to go away. 
Sir Reginald follows). No! leave me! (Repels him. Exit 
r. entrance centre.) 

Sir Reginald (coming down stage). Heigh! ho! The last 
suitor wins the maid. Where is Captain Airlie? 

(Sir Digby Herring at this moment accidentally falls off his chair, 
overturns screen, and comes limping down stage.) 

Sir Reginald (startled, looks about him). Sir Digby! What 
in the world are you doing ? How long have you been here ? 

Sir Digby. Very plainly. I have only just arrived. I fell 
over the screen as I came in. 

Sir Reginald (pointing to chair). But why is that chair so near 
the screen (in anger lakes him by both lappets) . You have been an 
eavesdropper, a listener. Shame on you, Sir Digby, shame ! 

Sir Digby. Whatever } t ou do, don't shake me — anything but 
that. I 'm full of memoranda, and such like now, and if they get 
mixed up, what will become of me ? It 's a way I have — so forget- 
ful, so forgetful. 

Sir Reginald (releasing him). I don't know whether you are 
a knave or a fool. 

Sir Digby. Give me the benefit of the doubt. Where are 
the ladies ? I came to pay m}^ respects. 

Sir Reginald. Come with me. Miss Helen is not at home 
and Miss Fanny is at the stables. 

Sir Digby. I will go and find her. 

(Exeunt Sir Reginald and Sir Digby, l. u. e.) 
(Enter Airlie and Fanny from conservatory. They come f.) 

Fanny. But I cannot understand why you leave us? At 
least ten days you were to give us this month, and another flying 
visit at Christmas. 

Airlie. Circumstances have changed. I cannot stay "to 
look into happiness thro' another man's e^'es." I can, however 
imagine other inducements which might influence me. 

Fanny. I am not good at dissimulation. I know very well 
what has happened between my sister and yourself. / can give 
you no hope. 

Airlie. Rather, you will give me no hope ! 

Fanny (thoughtfully). You have acted splendidly in this whole 
affair. We shall never forget it. So considerate of us all. 

Airlie. And that is all I am to get? This is the last time I 
shall see you, Miss Fanny, therefore I shall speak plainly. I pro- 
posed to your sister because }'ou had refused me. Your sister 
accepted me because she had quarreled with Sir Reginald. Time 
has shown us both the folly of what we have done. Your sister 
is free. She has, ere this undoubtedly, restored Sir Reginald to 
his old place. 1 had hoped that in these rapid changes I should 
discover at least a slight change of feeling in yourself. My vanity 
has undone me. If 3011 only hated me ; but, no ; worse than that,, 
you are indifferent, and indifference I cannot endure from any 
woman living. 

Fanny (quietly) . What does Captain Airlie propose to — to 
do about it? 



A TANGLED SKEIN. 21 

Airlie. Beat a hasty retreat as successfully as I can. 
Fanny. Abandon } T our position to the enemy rather than 
make another advance. 

Airlie. I cannot dislodge the enemy. Why should I waste 
nvy ammunition ? 

Fanny. The situation is desperate. Why not try a coup de 
main ? 

Airlie. That is the only thing that I have not tried. 
Fanny. And are you really going awa} r , Captain? 
Airlie. Yes, I am, to-morrow morning. 
Fanny. Then I may hope for a farewell visit later? 
Airlie. Do you want me to come? 
Fanny. O, I would n't trouble myself. 

Airlie. Fanny, I have two secrets to tell you. The first is, 
that so soon as I discovered at the inn how the land lay between 
Helen and myself, I telegraphed to the Horse Guards, asking if I 
could be transferred to a regiment ordered to the Cape, to fight 
Zulus, you know. 

Fanny. What shocking taste ! You prefer to fight Zulus than 
to pay court to English maidens. 

Airlie. In my case both seem to be my enemies. 
Fanny. And have you heard from the War Office in reply ? 
Airlie. I shall hear before night. My second secret is, that 
I am to meet Larry McCann at nine to-night, near the lodge gate, 
at Houghton Manor. He is to take me to the Haunted Library, 
and there (looks about him) deliver — me — Lady — Houghton's — 
will. 

Fanny (with very great emotion). I must be dreaming. The 
will found ! Why, Captain Airlie, am I in my right mind? I have 
always felt that, sooner or later, this would come to light. Poor, 
poor* old lady, how we have maligned her. Oh, tell me (comes 
very near him) all about it ! But I cannot have you go to the 
Haunted Library with McCann. Would not he bring the will to 
j-ou here? (Puts her hands upon his arm to dissuade him.) I can 
not have you take such a risk, and for us. (Turns away.) Oh, 
dear me, what can I do? I am perfectly consumed with appre- 
hensions for you. 

Airlie. Nonsense, Fanny ! I am a match for McCann. To 
see the Haunted Library will be quite a lark, particularly when the 
ghost himself takes you about. I wish it might be the " coupde 
main " you advise me to make. But I must confess, I can scarcely 
ivait for the hour, so eager am I to be the means of restoring to 
you both, your rightful possessions. I am going now, Fanny, for 
good and aye. If McCann does not make a fool of me I shall send 
yon the " will" by trusted messenger from London (takes card out 
of ca*e) . Here is my address after to-day. I will come back to 
you, if living, Fanny, no matter where I am — whenever you write 
upon this card, "The enemy desires to surrender." (Taken 
Fanny's hand, closes it upon (he card, raises hand to his lips, and lets 
it go. Start* to go.) 

Fanny. Oh, don't go yet. (Airlie comes down stage.) 



22 A TANGLED SKEIN. 

Airlie. Why not? Good-bye, Fanny. What is the use of 
prolonging the agony ? Good-bye (up stage), sweetheart! (Exit 
Airlie l. u. e.) 

Fanny (turning hastily as Airlie leaves stage). What an op- 
portunity for a " coup de main" had he only known it ! Stupid, 
stupid man. . . . Larry McCann means mischief. I will be 
his marplot. ( To herself.) Let me see, the door to the stair- 
case in the hall at Houghton Manor is unlocked. Up-stairs and 
along the corridor, no door until I reach the one leading into the 
library which was boarded up just before Lad}- Houghton's death. 
That door is locked also, but the key is fastened inside the boards. 
I wonder if McCann knows the secret passage into the library. 
Cripps, the carpenter, must just loosen the boards and bring me 
the key before night, so we could break in, if necessary. Of 
course McCann won't go in through the corridor. Now comes the 
dilemma; who can help me, and go there with me to-night? 
( Thinks.) Why, poor little Sir Digby, of course, harmless — but 
so forgetful, so forgetful. I wonder if he has left yet? (Goes 
and look out j.. and in conservatory.) No, there he is (looking 
down conservatory), ha. ha ! trying to put a large pot, plant and 
all, into his pocket, and talking to himself (Calls.) Sir Digby ! 
Sir Digby ! will you come to me, please? 

Sir Digby (from conservatory). Yes, yes, Miss Fanny, com- 
ing. 

(Enter Sir Digby from conservatory. He carries an immense 
pot and p>lant in his arm, flowers and leaves sticking out of all his 
pockets.) 

Fanny (laughing). I never saw such a sight in my life. You 
are a walking garden, Sir Digby. 

Sir Digby (discovering for the first time what he has). Oh, 
what? Wiry — oh, Miss Fann}", what have I done, what have I 
done? Allow me to put them back again. You see I am so for- 
getful, so forgetful, and it's — it's only a little way I have (looks 
about him. puts pots down r. stage). 

Fanny. Never mind, I have something more important than 
all this. How soon are you going home? 

Sir Digby. As soon as ever I can remember to go. 

(Fanny gets work-basket from stand R. f., and brings it over to 
stand l. f.) 

Sir Digby. Fanny. 

Fanny. Hold up your right hand (Sir Digby holds it up). 
Give me the thumb. (Fanny ties apiece of scarlet worsted around 
his thumb.) 

Sir Digby. What is that for? 

Fanny. You are to stop at Cripps, the carpenter's, and tell 
him to come to me at once. Give me your other hand. 

Sir Digby (groaning). Dear me, more things to be forgotten. 

Fanny {tying yellow worsted on other thumb). This is for you 
to come here to see me, — you understand, — to see me, at eight 
o'clock. 

Sir Digby. I can't. Lady Herring won't have me out after 
dark. Says I am altogether too giddy, too giddy, lately. 



A TANGLED SKEIN. 23 

Fanny {tying another piece around one of his fingers) . This is, 
that you sa} T nothing to Lady Herring about it. 

Sir Digby (sadly). Say nothing! Wh} 7 , I tell my wife every- 
thing ever since I was a child. 

Fanny (raising her hands in surprise). What do I see ? a man 
who tells his wife everything? You should be framed and hung 
up. It's time, then, that you were taught differently (ties another 
piece around another finger) . This means, to prevaricate just a lit- 
tle, if necessary, to Lady Herring. Remember now, hold up your 
hands. (Digby holds up both hands.) This (Fanny points to each 
in succession), this is to stop for Cripps; this, to come back to see 
me — me, remember — at eight o'clock ; and those two are " not to 
tell your wife anything." Now go, Sir Digby, good-bj'e, and — 
don't — you forget it. 

{Exit Digby holding both hands up to show the worsteds. Fanny, 
down stage l. front.) 

Fanny (aside). What a lark we'll have. I will make up a 
hamper of goods things — and — I am a little disappointed in the 
Captain ; he lacks assurance, — a rare fault now a days. I will see 
that he has another chance before he goes. If he fails then, — but 
he won't, there's luck in odd numbers. Now to make my arrange- 
ments. (Goes up stage, picks flower from vase near conservatory, 
comes down front.) Let me see what my fate is. (Begins to pick 
flower to pieces.) One I love, two I love, three I love I say, four I 
love with — all — my — heart, and five, — why there is no five ! 
Fight Zulus indeed, not he. (Exit l. u. e.) 

Curtain. 



KNOT III. — Tying the Ends. 

The Haunted Library at Houghton Manor. Rear of stage centre, 
a large door with carving over it. On either side of this, book-rases 
as high as the door. On top of these book cases, busts, vases, china, 
crossed sivords, etc. In the book-cases — books. At one or the other 
side of the door the books are practical upon one or two shelves. On 
opposite sides of stage, near the back, Gothic wind oivs, practical, open in- 
wardly. (Scene should be boxed.) Between window and front of stage 
r., a' large carved sofa or settle. On opposite side of stage,, large 
carved chairs, and near them a table, carved legs, etc., — another 
high-back chair near by. Upon the table one or tivo old books. Scene 
should represent as nearly as possible an old apartment which for a 
long time had been closed, and everything in it old and dusty. If 
practicable, trap-door in stage at r. centre should be used. 

Scene, upon raising the curtain, quite dark — low music. The trap- 
door r. is slowly raised, and McCann steps out on stage, holds a dark 
lantern so as to light Airlie, who also enters stage by the trap after 
McCann. McCann is disguised, and Airlie lias on evening dress— over 
that a long ulster. After both have entered, trap closed by McCann. 
Airlie. McCann. 



'24 A TANGLED SKEIN. 

Airlie {looking about him). Is that the only way into this 
place, McCaun? (Sees door at the rear.) Why didn't we come 
in through the door, like Christians ? and not through that in- 
fernal passage. 

McCann {roughly) . Because we didn't come here as Christians. 
That door there has been boarded up on the outside since Lady 
Houghton's death. All her books and things were carried here 
just before she died, and then the door was nailed up. Nobod} r 
knows the way we came, save Sir Reginald, and perhaps the young 
ladies, but they don't understand working the trap. 

Airlie. And the windows? (Taken off his overcoat.) 

McCann (pointing to Gothic window, r.). That window can only 
be reached by climbing up the old wall, and putting a board across 
to the window-sill. 'T would make a bad fall — some eighty feet. 
The land drops away there, and nothing but rocks below. The 
other window looks right over the marshes, and on to the North Sea. 
(Goes to it, l.) You can see the lights of Hull, and the light-ship 
off the sands. 

Airlie (looking out). Oh, yes ; I see the lights. How far is it 
down (indicates with his finger) to the ground. 

McCann. When the tide comes in, it's all water there. 
'T would be a jump of forty feet, my friend. You better not try it. 

Airlie. This is the Haunted Library, is n't it? I hear that after 
every market-day, lights can be seen flashing about. From what 
window do they come ? (Taking up lantern.) 

McCann (ptoints to window, R.). That one (lights his pipe). 

(Airlie takes up lantern, goes to windoiv r., and makes passes 
with lantern.) 

McCann (turning savagely). What are } r ou doing? 

Airlie. I'm the new ghost (waves lantern), my first expe- 
rience in that line. Show me how you do it (puts lantern on table). 

McCann. See here, young man, let's to work. Why is it }ou 
military men keep falling into so many traps? 

Airlie. I have heard of none lately, have you? 

McCann (sneeringly). No! you may, though, before morning. 

Airlie (drawing a chair up to table l., he sits R. of table facing 
audience). Very likely ! Trouble is, they have no fear ! I am 
ready for you. Where are your documents? (Sits.) 

McCann (grogs' to book-case, and brings several large books, placing 
them on the table. He stands back of table turning over leaves of 
books to find " will " ) . The old lady always hid away her papers in 
among the leaves, or under the covers of books. Just before she 
died, I was bringing in a lot of things by her orders, and dropped 
a big Bible. Out tumbled the " will" we are looking for. I put 
it away ; knew it would be wanted sooner or later. (Turns leaves 
carefully.) 'T was here last that I knew about it. 

Airlie. By keeping this will you have knowing^ defrauded 
the young ladies of their rights for more than two years. What 
did you do it for ? 

McCann. I had a grudge against Sir Reginald ; he was trying 
to get me discharged then from Lad} 7 Houghton's ; thought I had 
a bad influence over his brother Alfred. The young ladies rather 



A TANGLED SKEIN. 



25 



sided against me. I knew it would make trouble. So I kept 
quiet. Got them all to quarreling — just what I wanted — all by 
the ears. 

Airlie. You have a lovely disposition. You are frank, at all 
events. 

McCann. After to-night I shall bid good-bye to England. 
(Stops, finds " will" produces it and lays it on the table.) 'There, 
my Captain, that is the document. You can look it over if you like. 
(Sits l. of table, facing Airlie.) 

Airlie (taking it up and looking at it) . Is it possible that this 
is the missing wiil! (Enter Duff muffled: he comes in through window 
r., very quietly, and closes window after him ; remains standing rear 
of Capt. Airlie, takes long rope out of his pocket, makes a large slip 
noose, puts rope and noose over left arm ; takes out of his pocket a 
large dark cloth bag, which he quietly shakes out. Airlie, reading 
will.) Yes ! " to my beloved grand-daughters, Helen and Frances 

Mowbray, children^ etc., all my" (nods his head as he reads). 

Correct ! Everything as I expected. Ah ! ha ! Woodbine Cottage 
and £1 ,000 in the Cheltenham Branch Bank to Sir Reginald. (Looks 
at final clause and date.) I see, everything as one would suppose. 
(Folds up the will and puts it on the table, takes purse out of pocket, 
and gives to McCann. McCann opens purse, pours money out on 
the table and counts it. Airlie puts will in his coat pocket.) 

McCann. So far, so good. (Keeping his eyes on Duff .) 

Airlie (about to rise from his chair) . Well, I've seen all the 
beauties of this place, now, suppose we crawl out again. You are 
satisfied, so am I, so will be the young ladies. 

McCann {doggedly). Sit down. I'm not satisfied. I tell you 
I — tell you I am not. (Brings his fist down hard upon the table. 
At this moment Duff throws the bag over Airlie' s head, puts his arms 
around Airlie from behind, keeps Airlie from using his arms. 
McCann at once takes rope from Duff, and then puts the noose around 
Airlie' s legs, binds them, binds Airlie's arms back of him by the 
elbows. Airlie struggling to get the bag off his head, to free his arms 
and his feet. McCann ties Airlie to the chair, takes bag off Airlie's 
head, and goes and sits down. This whole business must be done as 
rapidly as possible.) 

McCann (seated) . Ha ! ha ! This is another trap, Captain ! 
Allow me to introduce to you my friend, " Mr. Duff." 
(Duff comes down stage n.) 

Duff (lifting his hoi in mock civility). Glad to see you, sir. 
Happy to make your acquaintance ! 

(Airlie looks from one to the other with scorn and anger.) 

McCann. Not quite so talkative, " Cap. ; "' feel pretty sore, 

don't you ? 

Airlie (quietly). You are a set of blood-thirsty cowards. 
Take off this rope — unbind me — and I will fight you both, 
single-handed as I am. (Aside.) Fanny was right. Heaven 
knows what penalty I shall pay for my rashness. ( To McCann.) 
What have I done that vou treat me so? What do you want i 
I thought, Duff, you were 'a cab-driver? I little thought you were 
a cut-throat. 



26 A TANGLED SKEIN. 

McCann. Duff? Why, he's anything for a shilling. 

Airlie. Mr. Duff, will you kindly loosen the rope around my 
arms, or move the knot a little ? I cannot possibly get away ! 
It hurts me dreadfully. 

McCann. Ease up a little, Duff, on him. Don't let him get 
his hands loose. 

{Duff goes around rear of Airlie and begins to loosen the rope a 
little.) 

Airlie (aside to Duff). If you will help me out of this, I will 
give you £10. McCann is a villain ; he will turn on you yet, as 
he has on me. Ten pounds if you help me out of this. 

McCann (turning savagely) . What are you doing there ? 

Duff. Come here and see for 3 T ourself. 

Airlie (earnestly to Duff). Do you understand me, Duff ? 
Answer me ! 

Duff (aside to Airlie) . Isn't your life worth more than £10? 
Say £20 and perhaps I may think of it. You keep " mum." 

Airlie (to Duff). Let it be £20, then. Will you do it? 

McCann. I say, Duff, now what are you up to? (Savagely 
starting up.) Are j T ou conniving with that chap to get him clear? 
Just you do it, and I'll put an ounce of lead through you both. 
I would n't trust you out of sight. 

Duff. Be careful how you talk, McCann. I've a notion to 
quit this entire business. I'm about sick of it. 

McCann. Never mind me, Duff. Come and sit down here, 
while I interview the Captain. (Goes ton. of Airlie, lakes out 
cord from pocket, and binds Airlie around his waist to leg of table. 
Duff meanwhile sits at r. of stage, on large sofa or settle. Airlie 
watches intently everything that is done.) 

McCann. You see, Captain, £50 ain't quite enough for the will, 
so I thought I'd get my friend Duff to happen in, and perhaps we 
could persuade you to make it an even hundred. 

Airlie. Not one penny, you infamous scoundrel. 

Duff. I say, Captain, don't lose your manners. Politeness 
goes a great way, even among villains. 

McCann. I did n't like your interference at the " Cottage.'' I 
had business with Miss Helen, and it was none of your affairs. 
That interfering will cost you what you happen to have about 3 r ou. 
Excuse me, as your hands are occupied, I will help myself. (Mc- 
Cann takes Airlie's watch, purse, and other thing*.) See here, Duff 
(holds up xo atch and chain) \ a present from the Captain. (Puts 
things in his pocket.) 

(Airlie looks appealing^ to Duff, who shakes his head.) 
McCann (producing flask, from which he drinks). My regards, 
Captain. Many happy returns, etc., etc. We shall leave j'ou di- 
rectly. Duff and I are going to emigrate. They don't appreciate 
us here. Miss Helen will miss you this evening. To-morrow they 
will hunt for you, and by night, somebody, perhaps, will think of 
this place. I say, Duff, we won't be unreasonable. I'll write Miss 
Helen that her lover is in the Haunted Library and can't get out, 
and we'll leave word with "James" to have it sent over to the- 



A TANGLED SKEIN. 27 

" Cottage " in the morning. {Perceives Airlie' s ulster lying on the 
chair, takes it up.) Hullo ! I have forgotten this ; we must search 
this for treasonable documents. (Puts his hand in pocket, takesout 
a letter and a telegram, puts coat down, comes to table, and sits down 
L. of large table, reads by lantern. Taking up telegram, reads.) " To 
Airlie, Captain 66th, Houghton Arms, etc. Captaincy vacant in 
34th. Sails Thursday. Will you take it ? " — You've no notion 
going to the Cape, have you, " Cap." ? What's this (takes letter) . 
You have n't opened it. (Tears open letter, reads, turns in a rage tow- 
ards Airlie. Duff places himself between Airlie and Mc Cann.) 

McCann (pacing the stage in anger). Look here, Duff. See 
what a scrape this deuced captain has got us into. Oh, what 
shall be done to him? (To Airlie.) What have you to say, you 
— you — you — I'll fix you ! (Shakes his fist. ) 

Airlie (quietly). Whatever the letter is that excites you so, I 
know nothing of it. It was handed me just as I left the "Arms." 
You alone have read it. What is it ? 

McCann (reading by light of lantern). "To Airlie, Esq., 
Capt., etc. : Information has been received at this office that one 
' McCann,' has induced you to meet him at the unoccupied 
Houghton Manor. You will take notice that said McCann is a 
suspected person, and you are hereb}' warned to have no dealings 
with him. Should this notice be too late to permit you to change 
3*our plans, the constables will be in readiness in the court, near 
the Haunted Library, to answer an}- summons or call for assist- 
ance. [Signed,] Bull, Suh. Inspector, etc." 

Airlie (earnestly). And you think I knew what was in it? 
(Aside.) It was Fanny who sent word to the Inspector. 

McCann (savagely, goes down stage to r. front, turns menac- 
ingly upon Airlie) . I waste no more time or words upon 3-011 — you 
— Come here, Duff. (Duff comes over l. of McCann.) 

McCann (aside to Duff). You recollect last Christmas time, 
when the}- drove us here to cover, that I brought in a keg of 
powder, with a piece of fuse, and that we had it all arranged if it 
became too close for us, to light the fuse, go down the trap and 
escape from the passage way whenever we heard the explosion? 
(Duff nods assent) . I'm going to do it now. We'll see who wins ! 
The fuse will burn about ten minutes. We'll be at the end of the 
passage then, and as soon as she " goes off" we'll make for the 
marshes, and across countiy to Hull. 

Airlie. Will 3-011 tell me what } T ou intend to do? Have 3-011 
no humanit3 T about 3'ou ? I demand of you to loosen these ropes, 
and let me try my hand with 3-011 both — like a real Englishman. 
McCann (stolidly). Captain — whatever is your name, I have 
made it a rule through ni3 r life to count " one " eveiy time. If I 
am a scoundrel, I propose to be the very biggest scoundrel out. 
We are going to blow you, and this whole affair up! 

Airlie (quickly). Do what! blow me up. Surety, man, 3-011 
must be jesting. Duff, won't 3-011 help me ? Will you stand by 
and see me murdered in cold blood ? 

(Duff holds up both hands three times and nods.) 
Airlie. Begone ! You are a pair of thugs, fiends, devils. I 



28 A TANGLED SKEIN. 

despise myself for treating with you. lean die like a soldier — 
do your worst ! (Airlie drops his head on his breast in despair.) 

(McCann produces from behind books in book-case, r. or l., a 
small keg, supposed to contain gun-powder ; from one end of this 
hangs a fuse. McCann places keg on table, away from Airlie, so 
that fuse can be seen front. Noise without as of taking away boards 
from door at rear of stage.) 

McCann. Now then, Duff, open that trap lively (hears noise). 
No time to be lost. (Duff opens trap.) Sorry, " Cap.," this 
thing has turned out badly. Down with you, Duff. 

Duff (as he goes down trap). Sorry, "Cap.," we could n't 
come to terms. No friendship in trade. Good-bye. (Disappears.) 

(McCann lights fuse, takes lantern, and goes down trap, closing 
it after him. Low music. Stage darkened. Noise without, rear 
of door back of stage.) 

Airlie. What a fate ! What a cruel destiny ! And all for a 
woman ! To convince a thoughtless woman of the depths of my 
love for her ! Oh, Fanny ! Fann}- ! If 30U could see me now ! 

Fanny (without). Are } t ou there, Captain? Did you call me? 

Airlie (aroused). Oh, Fanny, fly for your life! There's not 
a moment to be lost. After the explosion, you will find the 
missing will on my body. Oh, fly, Fanny ! Leave me alone ! 

Fanny (without). Merciful heavens! What does it mean? 
( The door opens suddenly. Enter Fanny, dressed for loalking, 
carries lighted lantern. Enter Sir Digby with lantern also 
lighted, and servant with lighted lantern and a basket.) Oh, Cap- 
tain, what have they done to you (kneels by his side). Oh, tell 
me! You are not hurt? And all this for us ! (Rises, goes r.) 
Servant. Sir Digby. Fanny. Airlie. 

Airlie. Not hurt, but bound hand and foot, Fanny. McCann 
and Duff have robbed me. That is a keg of powder on the 
table. Oh, flee for your lives. If you love me, Fann}', go. See, 
the fuse is burning ; in five minutes it will explode, and kill us 
all. Oh, Fanny, fly ! For Heaven's sake, leave me ! 

Fanny (goes to Airlie, tries to loose him). Never! if you die, 
I die with you. What can I do? Oh, do help me. Sir Digby, 
give me your knife. You, John, have you none. (In great distress.) 

Sir Digby (feeling in all his pockets). Oh, Miss Fanny, I am 
so forgetful, so forgetful. I have n't any. ( Crouches doivn to avoid 
the explosion.) 

Servant (also feeling for his knife). Nor I, Miss Fanny. 

Airlie. For God's sake, Fanny, put out the fuse ; pinch it. 

Fanny (wringing her hands, tearfully). I don't know how to 
pinch, I can only scratch. 

Sir Digby. Can't you bite, Miss Fanny? Every woman can 
do that. 

Fanny (sobbing). Oh, dear me, I don't know what to do ! 

Sir Digby. (starting towards keg) . Let me blow it out. 

Airlie (in great alarm) . No ! no ! it will burn all the faster. 
Fanny, obey me to the letter. Take up the keg. hold it up over your 
head. (Fanny picks up keg, does as directed). Throw it out of 
the window. 



A TANGLED SKEIN. 29 

Fanny (going quickly to window with keg). It is closed, will no- 
body help me ? 

Airlie. Throw it right through the glass, Fanny ; throw it 
hard! Not another second, now! 

(Fanny throws keg through window, — glass must be practical; in 
an instant a bright flash outside ivindow, followed by loud report. 
Sir Digby, at sound of report rushes tinder table l., servant crouches 
down stage r., Fanny sinks on settle, R.) 

Airlie (turning towards Fanny). Your bravery has saved us 
all. (Fanny overcome, buries her head in hands.) 

Sir Digby (from under table). Miss Fanny, come under here, 
3'ou are risking your life out there ; come quickly ; I share my lot 
with } t ou. 

Fanny. For shame, Sir Digb} r ! You a man — when it's all 
over. 

Sir Digby (still under table). It's not all over! What do 
you know about explosions? There's always a second one, — 
always a second. 

(Enter Sir Reginald and Helen, quickly, and very much ex- 
cited, through rear door.) 

Helen (perceives Fanny upon settle, goes quickly to her). Tell 
me, Fanny, what this all means? What are you doing here, 
child ? 

Sir Reginald (to Airlie) . What foul play is this ? Who has 
bound you in this way? What was the explosion just now? 
(During this conversation he has freed Airlie from the ropes.) 

Airlie (rising, evidently suffering from his treatment). Mc- 

Cann, the peddler, promised, if I would meet him here, to deliver 

to me Lady Houghton's will. 

Sir Reginald.) w , , , m • ^,^^,-nv 
TT y What ! The missing will r 

Helen. j ° 

Sir Digby (coming out from tinder table). Lady Houghton's 
will? 

Fanny (coming forward) . I told 3 7 ou so, Sir Digby ! 

Airlie. After McCann had delivered to me the will, he pre- 
tended to pick a quarrel with me. A man named "Duff" came 
in unawares, threw something over my head ; they both bound me, 
robbed me, read my letters, and finally decided to blow me up. 
Fanny, God bless her ! came to my rescue, threw the keg of pow- 
der, with its lighted fuse out of the window, and saved us all. 

(Fanny turns aivay. Digby and servant spread luncheon, with 
bottles and glasses on table. Servant exit rear door.) 

Helen (embracing Fanny). My darling, I am so proud of you. 
What a heroine — too unreal to be true ! 

Sir Digby (back of table). Yes, if we hadn't come in just as 
we did, Airlie's own mother wouldn't have known him. She could 
have carried him home in small pieces in her Kensington basket. 

Fanny (quietly). I deserve no praise. The Captain told me 
to-day what he was to do, and I sent word to the Inspector. It 
seems, however, that by so doing, I had nearly destroyed his life. 
I have only atoned for my mistake. Sir Digby and I found him 
bound hand and foot, the fuse slowly burning to its end in the 



SO A TANGLED SKEIN. 

keg of powder. He bade me fly ; save myself, not him ; and then, 
when I would not leave him, told me what to do. 

Helen. Ah, Captain Airlie, your modesty even eclipses your 
devotion to our interests. Words fail me ! How much you have 
done for me ! 

Airlie (giving will to Helen). I can do more. By this I can 
restore to you your rightful possessions. 

Sik Reginald. B}' taking them from me. (To Airlie, offer- 
ing his hand.) I bear you no ill will, Captain, for you have aided 
me in recovering a fortune more precious, more enduring than 
them all. (To Helen.) May I read it with you, Helen? 

(Helen unfolds will. Sir Reginald holds lantern for them to 
see. Helen and Sir Reginald centre of stage. Sir Digby mounts 
chair behind them, and reads will over their shoulders. Sir 
Reginald and Helen go to settle r., and sit reading ivill.) 

Airlie (to Fanny l. front). Read this, Fanny (gives her tele- 
gram). Will you send me away to fight the Zulus? 

Fanny (holding the telegram). When must you decide? 

Airlie. This very moment ! Shall I go ? 

Fanny (turning partly away from Airlie). No. 

Airlie (puts his arm around her and draivs her to him). And 
you won't sa} T that I must execute a coup de main, — that if you 
had known me a little longer — you 

Fanny (turning sharply). Did you overhear me this morning 
at the cottage ? 

Airlie. Everything, Fanny ! 

Fanny (pouting). How stupid you are, then. What more 
can I say ? 

Airlie (Joyously). Nothing. Ma} r I tell your sister? 

Fanny (turns and puts her hands though Airlie' s arm) . Tell me, 
do you really love me, and will you always? Do you wonder I 
distrust you — just a little? 

Airlie. Have no fear, Fanny. As long as time lasts 

Helen (interrupting him) . The will is indeed as we knew it 
would be, — everything to us. Sir Reginald has lost his fortune, 
and yet he is not 

Sir Reginald. To be pitied? Not at all. I have found some- 
thing far better than a king's ransom. (Takes Helen's hand.) 

Helen (looking at Sir Reginald). That you always had, 3 r et 
chose to throw away. 

Airlie. And I, too, have found a fortune. Come, Fann} r , bear 
me out in what I say. I am a little doubtful yet. 

Fanny. How absurd! {To Sir Reginald.) Sir Reginald, I 
have never thought that one's summer friends would last a winter. 
I have found one who promises to last until time shall be no more. 
Allow me to present him to you. (Airlie bows gracefully.) 

TTkt FN ~) 

c T? '. r (Together.) Just what we have said from the first. 

oIR KEG. \ 

Sir Diguy. This is hardly fair. Won't anybody love me, or 
say such nice things. I want to be made much of. I long for 
" some one to love, some one to caress." 



A TANGLED SKEIN. 31 

Helen. Why, Sir Digby ! You have been married these thirty 
years ! You must have lost your head ! 

Sir Digby. Why, so I have. I — I — you see — I'm so for- 
getful, — so forgetful. 

(Eater servant, door at r. of stage. Comes to Sir Reginald. 
Talks aside with Sir Reginald, and goes to rear of stage.) 

Sir Reginald. I have good news. McCann and Duff have 
just been caught, and there is evidence enough to convict them of 
crimes which will transport them for life. 

Sir Digby. Good. Now let us transport ourselves. I prom- 
ised Lady Herring I would be back at nine, but I'm so forgetful, 
so forgetful. I'm going to celebrate this event. (Sir Digby pours 
wine in glasses, and Airlie gives glass to Fanny, Sir Reginald to 
Helen. All holding glasses.) 

Sir Digby. Give|i us a sentiment, Captain. To what shall we 
drink . 

Airlie. It seems to me that we have been, as it were, " a tangled 
skein," — all snarled up, all in a tangle. 

Sir Digby\ Good! Ladies and gentlemen; I, having tangled 
this thing up, propose as the first toast: "the Tangle." (All 
drink.) 

Helen. And 1 offer as the second : " Unwinding the Skein." 

All. Good! Very good! (All drink.) 

Fanny'. And mine, the last, shall be a very simple one : 
" Tying the Ends." 

Sir Digby. Superb, Miss Fanny ! Gad ! I am so glad that 
Lady Herring is not here. Oh, no ! I don't mean to say that — 
I'm so forgetful, so forgetful. There is, however, a request I 
beg leave most respectfully to make (comes down front), one 
which I cannot forget ; that our friends who have so patiently 
gone with us — who have seen the unwinding of a tangled skein — 
will tell us candidly, whether to their liking, we have unwound it 
successfully or "knot." (Ties a knot in his handkerchief as he pro- 
nounces last word.) 

t-i^tvN. Sir Digby. p, 

Curtain. 



